Day Fourteen - Rain

Torrents of it, tipping off the roof, followed by the sight of clouds of mist rolling down the sides of the nearby mountains.  Not much to do, then, but to do the laundry and hope that the humidity sinks below 80% before the clothes begin to sport mildew growths.

Your intrepid reporter

Your reporter's cake

Of course, it brightened up later and we were able to make the trip into town for a coffee and a slice of cake. Then a late lunch down by the Mekong. God! We are going to be so fat by the end of this trip.


In a fit of remorse, we have booked a trip for later this week up to the Kuang Si Waterfalls, which will at least involve some walking up hill.

Tonight, we will go and see of we can find some cheap T-shirts for me in the night market.  Look, they've swapped a lifetime of poverty and subsistence farming for a market stall that gives them a good grasp of Chinese and most European languages, plus mobile phones, food and clothing. Just don't start on at me again, right? I can get really angry, you know.

A bug from our hotel.